He had heard this story since he was a child. But in my memory, the place where the turtle taught the map was "on the banks of the Yellow River", not the "Forbidden City Imperial Garden" as the storyteller mentioned. Have the details changed? Or did I remember it wrong?
He left the tea stall as if fleeing and returned to his small courtyard in the south of the city.
The room is small but tidy. The only luxury is the family genealogy chart he drew himself on the wall, as well as a timeline of some important historical events. He lit the oil lamp and rummaged frantically through his notes.
Mother's death anniversary. He remembered it was "the seventh day of March", but the yellowed manuscript of the letter home said "the ninth day of March".
The yellow dog I raised when I was young. The name in the notes was "Ahuang", but in the clip that flashed in my mind, when the beast came running wagging its tail, what he shouted seemed to be "**Rice**"?
Father's death scene. In that sentence, is it "keep your original intention" or "keep your **paper**"?
Cold sweat soaked my back.
He rushed to the bronze mirror and stared at the pale face in the mirror. The eyebrows and eyes are familiar to me, and the shallow scar on the forehead from climbing a tree when I was young is also there. But a terrifying thought entered my mind uncontrollably:
Is the person in the mirror really... Always "Lin Mo"?
